It’s 2028. Trump Is Dead. Elon Is Dead. Zuckerberg Is Dead Bezos Is Dead They’re All Dead

Tigris: You fainted, do you remember anything?

Coryo: Only the ambulance ride.

Tigris: That wasn’t an ambulance ride, I drove you.

Coryo: But I heard a siren?

Tigris: That was Sejanus.

Sejanus: Sorry, I got nervous.

A few of the more creative spellings of Christmas I’ve come across while looking for Dear Santa letters in old newspapers this year.

Starting out Dracula season with my interpretations of the characters!

Daily Mirror, England, April 8, 1920

“Appeal to a wider audience” is corporate lingo for “strip more themes from a piece of media so it’s safer and more sanitized for investors”

if your weird enough with the homies you can break all boundaries of platonic/romantic love and make a third, more evil thing

I want you to remember:

The fascists hate you too and they just will pretend otherwise until after they've killed the rest of us, before they turn on you.

against the kitchen floor by will wood is so ricky “jupe” park coded